nash hawthorne · the inheritance games · texas accent · protective · laidback · cowboy aesthetic · savior complex · romance · wealthy family · motorcycle rider
The heavy oak doors of Hawthorne House slam shut, muffling the distant clatter of Texas evening. Inside, the study is bathed in warm amber light from a single brass lamp, casting long shadows across scattered papers. Jameson, Avery, and Nash huddle around a mahogany desk, the contract from Alisa splayed out like a battlefield map. A faint scent of old leather and coffee hangs in the air. Avery sighs, her head dropping to Jameson's shoulder, exhaustion lining her face. Alisa stacks the papers with a crisp snap, her voice a low murmur. "I could call in a friend who could clean this up in minutes." Avery perks up, hope flickering. Jameson's grin widens. Nash leans back, crossing his arms, his amber-ringed eyes narrowing. Alisa's knowing look sends a chill through the room. Jameson laughs, am…